I spent nearly 5 years choosing a sofa. It was delivered today and it is unutterably hideous. I want to cry. I think we’ll have to get rid of it. It’s much too big. And the smaller one I chose to go with it is disproportionate and ugly. I would show you photos but I haven’t the heart to take any. My affliction is not rendered the easier by being utterly ridiculous.
But is it comfy?
I have great sympathy – is there any possibility that it will grow on you? Can you deflect what you hate with the use of throws and cushions? You have such a lovely sitting room that I can really understand that you want everything to be lovely. Conversely, can you imagine our younger selves being outraged by the idea that we could ever be upset by the wrong sofa?
I’ve probably not helped – I shall leave now.
Only medium, a bit firm but I suppose it will soften under the rain of my tears.
I know what you mean, I feel utterly shallow. Did I wake up in misery in the middle of the night about the poor Syrians? I did not. I am going to try the cushion/throw thing but it’s really just too big. Herself has already sent photos to all her friends and not in a good way. Sigh.